Grill addiction, Little League, perseverance, and recipes not written down
- Hello, my name is Karen and I am addicted to my grill. When the tank runs out of propane, a sense of despondency creeps in, and I think, “How am I going to make dinner?” My mind immediately comes up with about 20 plans for a grill-based dinner, and the two or so alternate plans I can conjure simply don’t sound appealing.
- Little League season is now here. We’re only two weeks or so into the season, and I’m already feeling stretched thin. Ethan is in the majors now, which I guess brings the better practice fields as well as the nicer jerseys. Actually, he was provided with both a game jersey and cap AND a practice jersey and cap! About those “better practice fields”: They’re lit. Artificial light means that practice times are not based on the availability of sunlight. Which so far, has meant practices that regularly run from 7:00 – 9:15. NINE FIFTEEN! This means that either a) we have exhausted little ones from keeping them out late 3-4x/week, OR, b) I rarely see my husband because we are playing tag-team parenting, OR c) some better third option that I have not yet figured out. Until “c” comes into view, “b” it is. I have enlisted the help of my stepdad; he picks Ethan up from his Wednesday night practices, and brings him to the location of the kinship I attend, so that Ethan’s not left hanging in a dark park after 9 p.m., and so Martin doesn’t have to pull the littles out of bed to pick Ethan up.
- Also pertaining to LL, but deserving its own bullet: After a couple of years of coaches-who-are-admirable-for-their-volunteer-commitment-but-not-necessarily-for-their-coaching-ability, I prayed that Ethan would be drafted onto a team who had a true COACH. That is, not just one who can point out the errors, but who gives instruction on how to tweak the arm just so, or plant the foot this way, in order to correct the problem. Coach Wall is EXACTLY that. He is calm, very orderly, very genial, but very exacting. He also says, “Don’t worry if this is new; we have all season to work on it.” Already, Ethan is overwhelmed. He’s easily overwhelmed, though, because he is a blessed child to whom most things come easily, and in the things he doesn’t do well, he has a hard time persevering. Hm. Poor child; wonder where he gets that??? <guilty look> My parents did nothing to correct this flaw in me; in fact, I didn’t even recognize it as something that needed fixing until I was 25 or so!! With gentle prodding, lots of encouraging words, and hard work thrown in, Ethan and I are BOTH working through it.
- On Friday, the kids and I made some stellar Lemon-Lime Blueberry Coconut Milk Frozen Pops. They were AWESOME. Sixteen of them, and only one is left. Of course, I did not write down the recipe, which I am regretting. I will attempt to recreate them in the near future, this time recording ingredients and amounts, and will hopefully post a recipe soon.
- I worked last week to see if Fiala could tolerate rice. The jury is still out, as she had no serious BAD reaction, but she does have a bit of rash on her face that has no other likely source. ~sigh~ It does seem, though, that she can have potato, which is HUGE.
- Speaking of Fi, she was sick over the weekend — the first time in EIGHT WEEKS, which is fabulous, because that’s the longest she has ever gone — to my memory — without getting sick. Bless God.
- Must run. An untidy kitchen and dinner-to-be-made (sans grill) beckon.
Posted on March 1, 2010, in Baseball, Character Development, Family, Housework, Random Stuff, Sports Stuff, The Dear Hubby, The Kids, Total Elimination Diet. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.